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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Infiniti to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
EPMD,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.