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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eve St. Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Soft Machine,
Urselle,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.