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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Adolescents,
Barbara Tucker,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.