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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
The Fugs,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.