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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Jawbox to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.