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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Technova,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
Scratch Acid,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.