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 Georgia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Ice-T,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Arthur Verocai,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.