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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
kango's stein massive,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.