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 Canada and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Sam Rivers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.