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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.