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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mad Mike to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
Pole,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
The Index,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
Sex Pistols,
The Leaves,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
World's Most,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.