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 Armenia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.