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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
Bronski Beat,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Wire,
Camberwell Now,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.