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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Quadrant,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.