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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aswad to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.