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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.