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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the funk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Yaz,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.