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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Mandrill,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
John Foxx,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.