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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Can to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.