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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Panda Bear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Motorama,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Pole,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.