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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camouflage to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Hood,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cowsills,
The Red Krayola,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.