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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.