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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
The Searchers,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Buzzcocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.