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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Arab on Radar,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.