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 Korea North and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
CMW,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.