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 East Timor and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skriet,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Y Pants,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Q65,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.