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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Rakim,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.