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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
the Normal,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.