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 Pakistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Pylon to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Dave Gahan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.