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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Talk Talk,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
These Immortal Souls,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
The Victims,
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.