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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Isaac Hayes,
Ken Boothe,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.