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 Belarus 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
World's Most,
the Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Parry Music,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.