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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 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?
Camouflage,
Nico,
The Doors,
Mars,
ABC,
Motorama,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Glenn Branca,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.