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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Sandy B to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Wire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.