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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Hashim to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.