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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
CMW,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faraquet,
June Days,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Visage,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.