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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.