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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
Massinfluence,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.