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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Nas,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
AZ,
June of 44,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.