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 Cambodia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Wire,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.