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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.