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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
the Germs,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Drexciya,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.