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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Soul II Soul 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
The Saints,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Chrome,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
The Beau Brummels,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.