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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.