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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Make Up,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
Flipper,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q65,
Quantec,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker,
UT,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.