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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
The Gladiators,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.