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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Television,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Holt,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.