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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Pop Group to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Stetsasonic,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.