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 Ghana and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
The Red Krayola,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.