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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.