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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
The Cure,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.