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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.