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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Funkadelic,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.