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 Vietnam and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Monks 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Underground Resistance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Motorama,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
Visage,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moleskins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.