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 Burkina and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 The Buckinghams to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
Warren Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Swans,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.