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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Wells,
The Gun Club,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Can,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonic Youth,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.