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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Joy Division to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Marmalade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.