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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Mojo Men to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Scion,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.