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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 ABBA to the jazz 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
The Associates,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.