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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
JFA,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.