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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Metal Thangz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
T. Rex,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.