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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Bluetip to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.