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 Chile and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
the Association,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.