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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
CMW,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Clear Light,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.