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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
Index,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
The Human League,
X-101,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Urselle,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Machine,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.