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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Boredoms,
June of 44,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Index,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
ABC,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.