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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Minor Threat to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.