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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
UT,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.