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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Gong,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.