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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Maurizio,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Oblivians,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.