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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soulsonic Force,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.