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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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?
Pylon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.