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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Durutti Column to the funk 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.