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 Senegal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Sister Nancy,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.