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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
Henry Cow,
The Gap Band,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.