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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Lyres,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.