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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
Dark Day,
June of 44,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.