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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.