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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Infiniti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.