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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Morten Harket,
Erasure,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.