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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Minor Threat,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Mars,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.