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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Angels of Light 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.