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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radio Birdman,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.