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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pylon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Faust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Archie Shepp,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.