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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bluetip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
CMW,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.