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 San Marino and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Can,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Skriet,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.