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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
the Normal,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.