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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warren Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aural Exciters,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Cameo,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.