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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
the Swans,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
The Invisible,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.