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 Latvia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.