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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Cymande,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.