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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Aural Exciters,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Connie Case,
Television,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.