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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
The Cramps,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Motorama,
Danielle Patucci,
ABC,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Main Source,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
The New Christs,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.