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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
the Sonics,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.