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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun City Girls,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
The Gories,
Nico,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.