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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fatback Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Supertramp,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.