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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Groovy Waters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Liliput,
CMW,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
World's Most,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Lungfish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.