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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Hill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
The Fall,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.