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 Estonia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.