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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.