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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Dual Sessions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Skaos,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
The Cowsills,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.