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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.