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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grunge 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
New Age Steppers,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.