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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Flag to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
the Association,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Franke,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.