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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.