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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Smog,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Barclay James Harvest,
FM Einheit,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.