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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Index,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Cal Tjader,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.