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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the jazz 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Pole,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Skaos,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.