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 Libya 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Sugar Minott,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Bauhaus,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
the Association,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.