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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Mantronix,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.