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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
The Angels of Light,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
The Motions,
Nico,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.