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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.