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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.