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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Altered Images,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.