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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
The Dead C,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Morten Harket,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hashim,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.