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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 B and Rakim to the funk 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Trojans,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Hasil Adkins,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.