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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.