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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Moon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Harry Pussy,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Kaleidoscope,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.