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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Goldenarms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Junior Murvin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.