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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Althea and Donna,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Magma,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.