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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 The Modern Lovers to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Can,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.