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 Algeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minny Pops to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Zapp,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.