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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Deakin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.