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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Barry Ungar,
OOIOO,
Organ,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.