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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Duran Duran,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
Malaria!,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.