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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.