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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
the Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.