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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive 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?
Average White Band,
The Move,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Absolute Body Control,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Connie Case,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
Yazoo,
the Germs,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.