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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.