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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pretty Things to the dance 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
The Slackers,
F. McDonald,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.