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 Georgia and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Radio Birdman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Japan,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Faust,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.