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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '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 Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
The Kinks,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Shoche,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.