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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.