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 Bahamas and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the grime 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Half Japanese,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.