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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Funky Four + One 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun City Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.