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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Yazoo,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.