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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Wire,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Fat Boys,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.