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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Reagan Youth 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Kenny Larkin,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.