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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Wings,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Minnie Riperton,
In Retrospect,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.