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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Symarip to the electroclash 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Talk Talk,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.