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 Australia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
The Index,
Motorama,
the Human League,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Echospace,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hot Snakes,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.