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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Royal Trux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Lucky Dragons,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Lakeside,
Cheater Slicks,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.