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 Australia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
This Heat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.