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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
ABC,
Dave Gahan,
X-102,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.