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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Guru Guru to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Radiopuhelimet,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.