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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Black Moon,
Reagan Youth,
Babytalk,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aaron Thompson,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.