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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Blossom Toes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Nas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.