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 Nigeria and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Deadbeat,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.