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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Music Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.