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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.