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 Tanzania 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Duran Duran,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.