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 India and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
The Cure,
Tommy Roe,
The Mummies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Erasure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
Model 500,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.