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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Chrome,
Bronski Beat,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott Heron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.