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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
The Raincoats,
The Fuzztones,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
The Associates,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.