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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.