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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
AZ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.