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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Crispian St. Peters,
Interpol,
Television,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.