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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Throbbing Gristle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
ABBA,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.