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 Croatia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.