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 Serbia and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Slave,
Quadrant,
UT,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.