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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 The Gap Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Dave Gahan,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Swans,
MC5,
Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.