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 Comoros and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
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 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 the Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Ronnie Foster,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.