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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Smooth to the techno 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Unwound,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.