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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Misunderstood,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.