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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Organ,
Brick,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.