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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.