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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Move to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
John Holt,
Skarface,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.