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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
PIL,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anakelly,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.