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 Solomon Islands 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.