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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Roxette to the techno 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Pagans,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Skriet,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fela Kuti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.