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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
a-ha,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.