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 Uganda and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.