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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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Lindisfarne,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.