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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.