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 Zambia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
The Monks,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.