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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Blossom Toes,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.