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 Austria and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.