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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scientists,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.