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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Fear,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
The Index,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.