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 Burkina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
the Normal,
Sonic Youth,
Country Teasers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Skaos,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.