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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.