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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Underground Resistance,
The United States of America,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Lyres,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
Animal Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.