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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
FM Einheit,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
The Moody Blues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Reagan Youth,
Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gun Club,
Radiohead,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.