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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Iggy Pop,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.