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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.