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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Smoke,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Television,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.