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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Gong,
UT,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Visage,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.