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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 marimba 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 Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T 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 Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Malaria!,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.