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 Angola 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Talk Talk,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
the Swans,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.