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 Zambia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Motions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.