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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.