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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 theremin 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 The Associates to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.