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 Tunisia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sugar Minott to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Joy Division,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick Morgan,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Magma,
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Television,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.