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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.