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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Durutti Column 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Jacob Miller,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.