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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Henry Cow to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
This Heat,
X-101,
Man Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
PIL,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.