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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
CMW,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.