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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Al Stewart to the crunk 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Tim Buckley,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.