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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 oboe 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 Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.