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 Syria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Arcadia,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Sandy B,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.