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 Cameroon and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
The Remains,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.