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 Czech Republic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Los Fastidios to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tim Buckley,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Make Up,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.