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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
EPMD,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.