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 France and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Television,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Flipper,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Pole,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.