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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
The Victims,
MC5,
MDC,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.