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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Youth Brigade,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Marmalade,
Anakelly,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.