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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith 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 jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Kayak,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.