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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Dirtbombs to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.