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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gichy Dan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sparks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
The Black Dice,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Hood,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.