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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Banda Bassotti,
Panda Bear,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Swans,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.