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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Index,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Nas,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.