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 Ireland and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Rod Modell,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Rekid,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.