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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Young Marble Giants to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Radiohead,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kayak,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tom Boy,
KRS-One,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.