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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Kurtis Blow to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Yellowson,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Sparks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.