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 Grenada and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
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 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 La Düsseldorf to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Wire,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Niagra,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.