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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Monks,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.