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 Iceland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
X-102,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.