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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Franke,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
The Wake,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
ABC,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.