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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
R.M.O.,
Eve St. Jones,
Nirvana,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
Dawn Penn,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Quando Quango,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.