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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Royal Trux to the rap 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Clear Light,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.