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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
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 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.