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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
June of 44,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
The Busters,
Joyce Sims,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.