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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Smog,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Wire,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.