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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
New Order,
X-102,
Erasure,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.