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 Croatia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Little Man,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
The Gories,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Godley & Creme,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.