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 Paraguay and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.