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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Oneida,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Procol Harum,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Scion,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.