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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wally Richardson,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.