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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.