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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.