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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Unwound,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.