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 Korea North 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Technova to the funk 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
Leonard Cohen,
Stockholm Monsters,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Surgeon,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Eric Copeland,
Delta 5,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.