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 Columbus.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 cv313 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Organ,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Basic Channel,
The Cure,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.