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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
PIL,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Television,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.