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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Swans,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.