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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Glenn Branca,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doors,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liliput,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.