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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Organ,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Real Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Shoche,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.