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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.