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 Venezuela and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Royal Trux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.