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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Evens to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.