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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cameo to the rap 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.