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 Nauru and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Don Cherry,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
This Heat,
The Dirtbombs,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Jeff Mills,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
The Cure,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.