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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Franke,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T.S.O.L.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.