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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.