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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 the Human League to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
ABBA,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
48th St. Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.