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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grauzone,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.