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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
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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.