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 Lithuania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Wire,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.