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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
ABC,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Smog,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.