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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
Scion,
The Real Kids,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Move,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Sister Nancy,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.