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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Little Man,
Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.