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 Austria 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
The Saints,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
John Holt,
Visage,
Nico,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Selecter,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.