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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Freddie Wadling,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Can,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.