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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
the Slits,
the Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Dark Day,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.