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 Cuba and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Japan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Country Teasers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.