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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Television,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.