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 Madagascar and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Henry Cow 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Crime,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Excepter,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.