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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Peter and Kerry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Slave,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.