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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Lucky Dragons,
Wally Richardson,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Scion,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.