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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Pole,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.