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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.