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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Minor Threat to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.