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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Cybotron,
L. Decosne,
Jacques Brel,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
Wings,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Lindisfarne,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Ronan,
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.