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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.