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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Technova,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.