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 Iraq and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Aswad,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doors,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.