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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Loose Ends to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
PIL,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Tim Buckley,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.