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 Brazil and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Dead Boys to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.