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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Brick,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.