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 Solomon Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
The Beau Brummels,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.