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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Ossler,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sparks,
The Wake,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Scientists,
Dennis Brown,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.