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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
DJ Style,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
New Order,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Scion,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.