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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
K-Klass,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.