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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Busters,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
Groovy Waters,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Scan 7,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.