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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Bang On A Can to the disco 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Magma,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.