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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Barracudas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Radio Birdman,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
The Moleskins,
Theoretical Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.