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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.