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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Nas,
10cc,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.