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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Organ to the rap 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Rotary Connection,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Nico,
Gong,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
the Association,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Stiv Bators,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.