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 Togo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Smooth to the rap 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pussy Galore,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.