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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Barry Ungar to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare 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 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?
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.