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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Ultravox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Eli Mardock,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.