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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Heaven 17 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Visage,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.