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 Kenya and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.