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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.