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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Index,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.