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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.