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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
ABBA,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Darondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.