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 Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Delon & Dalcan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
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.