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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.