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 China and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moebius,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.