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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Monolake,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.