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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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?
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
The Names,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
Can,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.