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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
X-102,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smoke,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.