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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
cv313,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.