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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Mandrill to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
R.M.O.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Cabaret Voltaire,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.