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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Jerry's Kids,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Jimmy McGriff,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.