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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Lyres,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Wire,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.