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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Scratch Acid,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.