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 Vanuatu and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Soft Machine to the rock 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.