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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Sugar Minott to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.