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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.