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 Swaziland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scratch Acid,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.