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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.