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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Smog,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.