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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Monks to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Brand Nubian,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kurtis Blow,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.