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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
New York Dolls,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
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.