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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.