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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.