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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neu!,
Excepter,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.