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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Y Pants,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.