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 Lithuania 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Last Poets to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Circle Jerks,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
Television Personalities,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
DNA,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.