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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.