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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
The Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Monks,
Marine Girls,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.