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 Mauritius and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.