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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Neu!,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alphaville,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Japan,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.