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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.