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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minutemen,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.