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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the dance 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June Days,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.