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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Fluxion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.