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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 The Happenings to the rap 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.