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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Parry Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.