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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.