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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Excepter,
48th St. Collective,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.