Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Rites of Spring,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
F. McDonald,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Yaz,
X-102,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.