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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Scion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
David McCallum,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.