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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Television,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.