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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
The Names,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.