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 Palau 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Yusef Lateef to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
James White and The Blacks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Ponytail,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.