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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Halsall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Can,
The Count Five,
Young Marble Giants,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.