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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Gories,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.