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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Can,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
The Names,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.