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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Rakim,
The Fugs,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.