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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.