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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
CMW,
Technova,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magma,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Unwound,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.