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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Aloha Tigers,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.