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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
The Sound,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.