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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang On A Can,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.