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 Gambia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
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.