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 Burkina and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.