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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kurtis Blow,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Bluetip,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
KRS-One,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Joensuu 1685,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.