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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.