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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Josef K,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.