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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fear,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.