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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
Buzzcocks,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.