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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
H. Thieme,
Gang Green,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Misunderstood,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.