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 Niger 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Ituana,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.