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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.