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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Parry Music,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.