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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Guru Guru to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amazonics,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Kayak,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.