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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Slave,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.