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 Georgia 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.