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 Korea South and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
The Selecter,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.