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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Smog,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
the Human League,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Green,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.