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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
The Black Dice,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Bar-Kays,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The Trojans,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
The Monks,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.