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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
Skaos,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.