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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Subhumans to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Little Man,
the Association,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Skarface,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.