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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Underground Resistance,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.