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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Severed Heads,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
PIL,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.