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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Liliput,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.