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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Human League,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.