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 Malta 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
The Sound,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
The Martian,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.