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 Congo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Quando Quango,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.