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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet 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 Alarm Clocks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Model 500,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.