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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Fear,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
X-102,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.