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 Austria and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slackers to the jazz 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swans,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Terry Callier,
Country Teasers,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Barbara Tucker,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fire Engines,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.