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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cramps to the dance 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Audionom,
Panda Bear,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.