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 Grenada and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.