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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Harry Pussy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
AZ,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Pylon,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.