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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Happenings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin 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 grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Scientists,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.