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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Darondo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.