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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.