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 Brazil and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
The Golliwogs,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.