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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deepchord,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.