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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
The Sound,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.