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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Brick,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.