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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Holt to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Inner City,
Yaz,
EPMD,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Enemy,
Oneida,
Technova,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
U.S. Maple,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cure,
JFA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.