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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.