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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.