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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
X-Ray Spex,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.