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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
Joensuu 1685,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronan,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.