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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.