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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
The Standells,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
The Offenders,
Can,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
Rekid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.