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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Laurel Aitken,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
AZ,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.