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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
DNA,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Can,
Mars,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.