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 Bhutan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.