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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Victims to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Moebius,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
10cc,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.