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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Morten Harket,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Angry Samoans,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.