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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
The Detroit Cobras,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Rekid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.