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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
Hoover,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.