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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Dave Clark Five to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
DNA,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.