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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.