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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 the Swans 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.