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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Section 25 to the rock 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Index,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.