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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
June of 44,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Kas Product,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.