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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
The Move,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Martian,
Technova,
Intrusion,
PIL,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wire,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.