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 Chad and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Unwound to the rock 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
Nas,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.