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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Whodini,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Index,
Connie Case,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Toni Rubio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Technova,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.