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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Slave,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.