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 Grenada and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.