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 Mongolia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Howard Jones,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.