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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Basic Channel to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Bang On A Can,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.