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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fortunes,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.