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 Yemen and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
The Victims,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Jacob Miller,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.