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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
10cc,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.