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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Livin' Joy 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Nas,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.