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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Cosmic Jokers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.