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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe 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 48th St. Collective to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
John Lydon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.