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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.