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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Index,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Khruangbin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.