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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
AZ,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.