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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Technova,
The Move,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Monks,
Quadrant,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
The New Christs,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.