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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
The Saints,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.