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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Johnny Clarke 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Nas,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronnie Foster,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.