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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.