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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
Charles Mingus,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.