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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sister Nancy to the rap 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.