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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Ituana,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.