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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Ice-T to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Nirvana,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.