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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 48th St. Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.