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 Australia and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.