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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
AZ,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.