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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
10cc,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Von Mondo,
Lungfish,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Technova,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.