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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.