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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Smog to the grime 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Subhumans,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Human League,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.