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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Move to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Interpol,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Jeru the Damaja,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.