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 Ivory Coast and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
cv313,
Monolake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Victims,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.