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 United States and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 K-Klass to the grunge 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
The Smoke,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Deadbeat,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.