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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 LL Cool J 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
the Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.