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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
Whodini,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Gong,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.