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 Honduras and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.