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 Norway and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick May,
Mark Hollis,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Durutti Column,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Negative Approach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Country Teasers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Q65,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.