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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Whodini,
June Days,
The Remains,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.