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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Danielle Patucci to the rap 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.