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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Loose Ends,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Crime,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.