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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Sixth Finger,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.