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 Malawi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.