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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.