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 Tonga and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lou Christie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Eating Sloth,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.