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 Cyprus and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.