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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Das Ding to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Index,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.