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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ten City to the rap 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Gong,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.