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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 David McCallum to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
X-102,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
CMW,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
AZ,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.