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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 New York Dolls to the disco 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Pagans,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Görl,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Monks,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.