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 Chad and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young,
Toni Rubio,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.