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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Joe Finger,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.