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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.