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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cal Tjader 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Godley & Creme,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.