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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 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 Fuzztones,
Wings,
UT,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
The Divine Comedy,
Blancmange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Remains,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.