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 East Timor and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Accadde A,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.