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 Antigua and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Das Ding to the punk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Franke,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.