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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
The Standells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.