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 Egypt and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Johnny Clarke to the dance 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Fluxion,
Q65,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Technova,
the Human League,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.