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 Comoros and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Grass Roots to the funk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
The Names,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
The Offenders,
The Dead C,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cymande,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.