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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Slave 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Quantec,
a-ha,
AZ,
The Slackers,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.