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 Georgia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Mars 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.