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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Raincoats to the punk 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Hashim,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Magma,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Talk Talk,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.