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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
June Days,
Slave,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Pussy Galore,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Nico,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.