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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monks,
Nico,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
La Düsseldorf,
The Raincoats,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.