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 Georgia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
World's Most,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Kenny Larkin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Procol Harum,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.