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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Godley & Creme,
Crime,
Sparks,
John Lydon,
Sight & Sound,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Bauhaus,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.