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 Guyana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.