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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.