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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Monochrome Set,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.