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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Suicide to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
ABC,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
JFA,
Organ,
The Slackers,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.