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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Ituana,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
June Days,
The Standells,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Pylon,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.