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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
The Fortunes,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.