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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.