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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Los Fastidios,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unwound,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.