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 Ghana and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visage,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Television,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.