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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
The Fall,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.