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 Nauru and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Gregory Isaacs 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
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 Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
The Toasters,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.