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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Simply Red,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Flag,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Wells,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
The Cowsills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.