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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
the Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
Make Up,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.