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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans,
Maurizio,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.