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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Age Steppers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Starr,
Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Ossler,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.