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 Qatar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.