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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Gories to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Searchers,
UT,
Japan,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.