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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Saints to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '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 Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
Swans,
The Seeds,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.