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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Swell Maps,
cv313,
the Normal,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
the Human League,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.