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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
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 808 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 Zeros to the electroclash 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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?
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Television,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.