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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.