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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Nico,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.