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 Niger and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
UT,
ABBA,
Ossler,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.