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 Maldives and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Judy Mowatt,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
The Kinks,
The Knickerbockers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Essential Logic,
Ponytail,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.