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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.