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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.