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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
X-101,
The Remains,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.