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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donald Byrd to the electroclash 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.