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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Gun Club to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
The Fall,
Flipper,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.