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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Barry Ungar,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.