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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fuzztones,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The United States of America,
Average White Band,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.