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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.