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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Wake,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.