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 Haiti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar 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 Liliput to the rock 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Pus,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.