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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.