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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bluetip to the crunk 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
MC5,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.