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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 These Immortal Souls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Scratch Acid,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fear,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Surgeon,
The Golliwogs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.