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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
The Evens,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harmonia,
Drexciya,
Oblivians,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.