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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Unwound to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Dark Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.