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 Ethiopia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Lyres,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arcadia,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.