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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 the Slits to the funk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Technova,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
The Sonics,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.