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 Iraq and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Ten City,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
Ultra Naté,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amazonics,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Donald Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Wells,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.