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 Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Wire,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.