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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Fear,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.