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 Gabon and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
New Order,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.