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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Aswad,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.