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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Last Poets 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
The Angels of Light,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.