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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.