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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deepchord,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Hoover,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.