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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Niagra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Scion,
Kaleidoscope,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
CMW,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.