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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Brick,
Juan Atkins,
Warren Ellis,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.